Look there –
Who’s that obscure man?
Fervently digging out debris
Debris of carcasses, cadavers, flesh and blood
Pulling out a pounding heart, a still fresh soul
Look at his arms –
Still oozing red from the merciless concrete
Eyes half dead, frail as a skeleton, clothes none at all
And a heart, still a bleeding one
Bleeding for the new life under the debris
One more life to save and he would get death
‘Buy a life get death free’, he smiles –
An evangelical smile
Who is he?

My prayers for all the people and their families who have lost their lives in the tragic man made tragedy in Delhi. This is gross, grotesque, condemnable outright. The heinous human callousness must be stopped; we will have to brave it out. Let’s get our message loud and clear.

Don’t say that I am different,
Don’t say that I am special,
Don’t say that the wind would stop whispering without me
Don’t say that I make you feel like all that clichéd stuffs they have to say

And then leave me

Don’t surprise me when I am dead asleep with your falsettos,
Don’t surprise me with cats- bring- home kind of mess
Don’t surprise me with all the flowers the florist around the block has
Don’t surprise me on the darkest of days with cakes and cuddles and say it is my birthday

And then leave me

Surprises do not amuse me any more
They shake me with an unexpected fear – a premonition
Loving my normal self, making me feel like an ordinary person
Loving me because you really love me and you really do